He was about to say something to Ms. Crazy when the Catwoman beside her beat him to it, only instead of words she was spewing hot fresh vomit. Stretch was about to feel sorry for Ms. Crazy when he realized, to his horror, that in moments a new horrid sizzling smell would probably be filling the room.
He had to get out of here quick.
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Mr. E ignored Mistress Manias harsh looks and Arylls comments just as intensely as he listened to Vincent and Dr. Grav speak. When the two finished he finally spoke up in response "Like I told Stretch there." He nodded his massive head towards the black and white striped man. "You work for the Midnight Society now. We don't expect to send you out and somehow have you track down this man. I mean really, what would the point of that be? Afterall we have members whose soul powers are finding people-hell, that's the benefit of working in a group like The Society. Multiple powers all coming together to, well simply, help each other on jobs while keeping each other out of jail." Mr. E spoke like he'd rehearsed the words, almost like he was pitching a recruitment speech. He stood up and began walking around the room again, his gargantuan presence even more intimidating now that he'd effortlessly blown someones head up. Despite the carnage his suit was still somehow immaculately white.
"If you look towards the screen." He motioned towards the giant monitor in the room, the image having changed to a single floor of the underground compound.
"That's all the real info you all need to know, so study it well. We believe the experimental power source is in the laboratory located in the far NorthWest corner of the throne room." He paused for a moment, turning his back to the group. "So finally to really give you two a barebones answer is this: Don't worry about how to get there, and as for working together-well." He chuckled "Trial by fire."
Suddenly Mr. E turned back towards the group far quicker then any man his size should be able to move, his two baseball glove sized hands held at the ready like two pistols-he was using the same "finger guns" that had blown up Macks head mere minutes before.
Before anyone could react he "fired" off five shots effectively hitting each one of his targets.
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Stretch stood up horrified, his stretching appendages shooting him alarmingly high into the air in hopes of somehow avoiding the deadly invisible ray. He landed on the ground with a painful sounding crash, luckily his rubbery body absorbed most of the blow and it simply looked far worse then it felt.
But he could feel his body tingling all over-he hadn't been able to avoid it. Terrified he Grasped at his head in anticipation of the impending pop. "Fuck you MR.-" Stretch began to roar in defiance only to be cut off, the odd sensation overtaking his body.
Then things got really weird and the tingling sensation that filled his body turned into a sucking motion, almost as if he was a pool of water being sucked down the bathtub drain. He could feel himself melting, swirling down some invisible hole into the nothingness of whatever awaited Crooks like him.
Then suddenly, and disoriented, he popped back into physical being. Only now he wasn't in the fancy, yet bloody, lobby of the Clocktower. No, now he found himself in a large twister game of sorts-in his vision he could make out white hair, purple appendages, feline claws and a tail, and what smelled like Ms. Crazy's sizzling shields. He could also see a few brooms that had fallen into the human body pile, a mop bucket also clearly visible in the left corner of the room. There were also a few shelves of chemicals above the group, but with the lights off it seemed impossible to read the contents.
"So..." Stretch began, somehow accepting the fact that they all had just been...transported..or something? Magic? He wasn't sure-whatever it was it hadn't hurt, but it sure felt...weird. Somewhere between the hidden clock base, strange metallic psychic brain ball things, and cranial explosion he had decided he was just going to have to just roll with the strangeness, either that or go crazy. Maybe both if he wasn't careful. "Anyone wana get offa me?"
They were inside what Stretch assumed was the same broom closet they had seen on the floor schematics Mr. E had briefly shown them. Outside he could hear two muffled voices speaking.
"I swear I heard something in there Frank."
"Oh shut the fuck up Ted. You know why we get stuck guarding the broom closet? It's causea that kinda stupid shit you just said right there."